Birthday Boy

Here he is....Pride and Joy @ 15. Excuse me a little mortality check as I wonder where the years went. My little six pounder is now eye to eye with his father, and still growing, if his feet are anything to go by. He lives in a cave and grunts at me as we pass in the hallway. He inhales whole boxes of cereal at a single sitting. His music is loud enough to rattle the windows. He has callouses on his thumbs from constant texting. but he still comes in for a good night kiss. Every night. Love you big time, firstborn.